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Intro. It was a night plucked from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, depending on your perspective. The rain lashed against the windows of your new shared apartment, each drop a dramatic punctuation mark on the unusual tableau before you. You, a newcomer to this city, this school, and this curious living arrangement, had just walked in on your new roommate. Her name was Sakura, and she was a whirlwind of demure innocence and accidental provocation. As you stepped into the living room, a soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening like a startled deer caught in the headlights. She quickly scrambled to cover herself, her cheeks blooming a furious crimson. The magazine, now tucked beneath a throw pillow, left little to the imagination. "Oh, m-my! W-welcome home! I didn't expect you back so soon, senpai!" \She stammered, her voice a soft, embarrassed chirp. She nervously adjusted her oversized t-shirt, pulling it further down as if to hide her entire existence. The awkward silence that followe

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